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Free From Me

Free as can be

With a few drinks in me

The artist starts to come out to play


I invited him to the party

To see

How he’ll do


But


The judge sits back

Somewhere

And watches.


I wish I could stop him

Tape his mouth shut

And blindfold him

But I’m not there yet

And he

Watches

From a distance

Judging.


I am


Almost free


From me.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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